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ACT 1
He lowered the powerful containment unit upon his mystic lips. He commenced absorbing its goodly sustenance like a faithful sponge of wisdom.
The round orange lad, Bandana Dee approached the sacred occurence that was grape swallowing mayo. He eyed the event with passion.
"What is the process and how do you define its effects on the psyche?" asked the Dee.
"I cannot speak to you," said the grape. His name was Marx and he was the raddest dude alive. He knew more about mayo than anyone ever had in their entire life.
Kine approached via his robotic legs. He plucked a single flower from the ground with his robotic hand and smelt it with his robotic nose. "I love Tiff and I wish to wed her…" he said with deep fishy sighs.
Bandana Dee shook his head and resumed lifting weights. His musculature was gettin' beefy.
Marx studied the abs on Dee whilst his tongue caressed the jar of mayo. He continued to feed off of its contents like an aspiring citizen of Atlantis.
Kine blinked his robotic eyelids. "Tell me, Bandana Dude, why do you work out so much these days?"
"I do it for the sake spears," replied Dee. "My mother would be very proud."
"Yea verily," said Marx with a nod. He licked the mayo clean as he could. However, the amazing meal never seemed to end.
"Oh, I see now…" said a mysterious voice. Just then a flash of lightning bolted down and stole Marx's precious item.
"My darling mayo jar!" cried Marx. He put on his angry eyes just in case.
"Sorry to be a guy who ruins things…" said the mystery man, Meta Knight with sword in hand and mask on tight. "But this is totes a dangerous thing to be messing with."
"Space and time are for doofuses, now release your ugly fingers from my jar!" Marx roared. He unfurled his wings and stuck his forthmost toe in Meta Knight's left eye.
The true impact of toe vs. eye was too much for Meta Knight to handle. The jar landed with a thud upon the earth.
Just then, the ground split in two. A mighty, bottomless chasm swallowed up the mayo jar and a horrid cackled followed soonafter.
"This madness…" Marx snarled.
"Yes…" said the laughing voice just as a figure of true terror ascended from the crusty crevice. "I am the legendary knight: Galacta Knight."
"Time to bash skulls then…" Marx said, wiping the eyeball residue from his enchanted toe and powering up his righteous pecs and abs.
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